Chapter 128 Banquet Wendou [I]

Li Cunhuan did not wear the costume of a civil servant, but wore the costume of a military general, wearing a gorgeous fiery red armor, and two pairs of red feathers inserted in the tiger helmet, showing a majestic style.

However, all this made the ministers who came to the banquet feel incomprehensible and even despised. According to Li Cunhuan's current official position, his highest official position is not Yan Guogong, nor is he an auxiliary general, but Sikong. Although Sikong has no real power, he belongs to Zhengyipin, and he is the only official position of Zhengyipin in Datang.

And Yan Guogong belongs to the first grade, and the auxiliary general is the second grade. This couldn't help but make him feel strange, Li Cunhuan didn't wear the court clothes of the first grade, but wore the court clothes of the second grade.

However, Li Keyong was not very happy to see Li Cunhuan's outfit, because Li Keyong has always been proud of martial arts and suppressed literature and martial arts. However, because it was a formal occasion today, he was wearing a gorgeous and wide royal dress made of Shu brocade, which was even more elegant. Compared with Li Cunhuan, Li Ke is a little less domineering in his current appearance. After all, people rely on clothes, and although Li Keyong, who is wearing a royal costume, has a little more elegance, his heroic spirit will inevitably weaken.

Although Li Keyong is reckless, he is not stupid, otherwise he would not sit in today's position, although he was dissatisfied, he still arranged for Li Cunhuan to sit next to him with a smile, in order to divert the attention of the guests to Li Cunhuan, Li Keyong waited for Li Cunhuan to sit down, and immediately ordered the singer to come up.

Thirty-six singers dressed in colorful tulle entered the living room and danced to the beautiful music. The thin clothes of the singer make the singer inadvertently spring every time she dances, and it seems to be a looming carcass. It soon attracted the eyes of a kind of guest.

Li Ke held the wine glass triumphantly, turned his head sideways and whispered to Li Cunhuan: "How is Li Sikong?" If you like it, say it to the lonely king. ”

Hearing Li Ke's almost straightforward hint of his surname, several nearby guests who heard it couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and looked at Li Cunhuan, who was the first to choose, with envy and jealousy.

Li Cunhuan smiled indifferently, picked up the wine glass in front of him and brought it to his lips, took a sip, and then spoke: "Gentle Township is a hero's mound, how many heroes are buried here!" ”

Li Keyong's face changed slightly, he didn't know why Li Cunhuan seemed to be against him everywhere today, and what he said this time was even more so, and he couldn't help glaring at Li Cunhuan with some dissatisfaction.

Li Cunhuan also saw Li Keyong's dissatisfaction, and he didn't want to offend Li Keyong too much, so he said with a smile: "But Confucius once said, food and color, surname also!" I'm a mortal, but it's disrespectful! ”

Li Cunhuan glanced down and saw thirty-five singers surrounding a white-clothed [***], beautiful but not glamorous, beautiful but not vulgar, light and light, and also had a unique delicate temperament, among the singers, like a lotus flower, out of the sludge and not stained. It is most in line with Li Cunhuan's aesthetics.

"Just her!" Li Cunhuan looked at the singer with appreciative eyes, stretched out his hand, and spoke.

At this time, some people were not angry, and a person stood up and said, "Father-in-law, this is what the child likes." What's more, didn't Li Sikong say that Gentle Township is a hero's mound? ”

Li Cunhuan didn't know this person, but Zhou Dewei beside him knew, as if he inadvertently came behind Li Cunhuan and explained softly: "This is Li Keyong's son Li Cunxian!" He is very strong and is best at wrestling (it should be called a horn, but here I use wrestling to adapt to your modern words.) ）”

Li Cunhuan glanced at Li Cunxian with interest, turned his head sideways and asked Li Keyong, "What does Father Shang think?" ”

Before Li Keyong could speak, Li Cunxian had already shouted: "How do you still need to look at it!" I think so! I don't take advantage of you either, we compare wrestling, who wins! She (Li Cunxian pointed to the singer) belongs to whom! ”

Li Keyong was just about to reprimand Li Cunxian's rudeness, but thinking of Li Cunhuan's performance just now, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. smiled and said to Li Cunhuan: "If Li Sikong is unwilling, I think this matter will be forgotten!" The singer still belongs to Li Sikong! ”

Although Li Keyong is polite, those who have not yet understood a little know that Li Keyong acquiesced in Li Cunxian's challenge to Li Cunhuan, or provoked.

Although Li Cunhuan didn't agree to get the singer, but as a military general, Li Cunhuan didn't even dare to fight, and Li Cunhuan's face was probably lost. Even if you get that singer, you don't have the face to stay here anymore.

Zhou Dewei suddenly said: "I think so, if you compete in martial arts, it will inevitably be unharmonious." I think it's better to chant poetry, how about Wendou? So that others can also know that we also have literati in Hebei, and they are not reckless! ”

Li Keyong was also a little moved when he heard this, but he knew that the remaining ministers of the court had been sourly sarcastic that he was a barbarian. More importantly, he has confidence in Li Cunxian, who is a talent with both civil and military skills. According to Li Keyong's knowledge, Li Cunhuan is also a guy from the grassroots, except for commanding soldiers and horses and martial arts, he has no skills at all. So in Li Keyong's mind, this time it was a sure win.

After pondering for a moment, Li Keyong nodded and said, "It's okay to do this, so as not to hurt the harmony of the two families!" ”

Li Cunxian glanced at Li Cunhuan arrogantly, and said: "You're welcome to be the first one!" ”

Li Cunxian walked slowly around the hall, and the hall was quiet because of Li Cunxian and Li Cunhuan's literary fight.

The singers stopped dancing, stood quietly to the side, and looked at Li Cunxian who was walking slowly with curious eyes, and after a while, Li Cunxian said, "There is!" Thirty-six groups of Fang, colorful silk dancing clouds. It's like being in a fairyland, and you don't think about worrying about it. ”

"Good!" The hall burst into applause.

Some people even opened their eyes and said nonsense, praising Li Cunxian for becoming a poem in seven steps, but in fact, Li Cunxian walked at least twenty or thirty steps, and he really didn't know that the disciple's seven-step poem.

Of course, most of these people are Hedong Wenchen military generals, and the rest are officials who want to spy on Li Keyong and try their best to flatter, and they hope to come to curry favor with Li Keyong.

Li Cunxian looked at Li Cunhuan proudly with provocative eyes, Li Cunhuan smiled, stood up, walked straight to the singer, and asked gently, "What do you call the girl?" ”

A flush appeared on the singer's face, which was even more charming, and Li Cunhuan couldn't help but feel his heart beating suddenly.

"Little woman, Yu Xianyun." Yu Xianyun took a step back slightly shyly, lowered his head and answered softly.

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